Reminiscing Don Pablo It’s Chile in the clear dawn of my ten years and over the living waters over the sea pools I jump up…
The pages of the calendar The pages of the calendar are falling fast; it was always so, they never last. What’s new is…
Spring with my New Neighbors The day broke this morning with a chorale of song by my new neighbors some very lovely birds serenading me…
HOWARD (for Stephen Henderson) I arrive at work early… Summer just beginning. The campus is empty. I hear red flowers singing near the Fine…
To My Son Upon His First Visit to Lebanon He wanted to see our summerhouse in the mountains of Baabdat, enter the pictures…
#1 Qasida of the Stride in New York Windows, their yawn, their early morning blush Glances falling into lit trapdoors split the here and…
Shadab Zeest Hashmi The Revival of the Qasida Form Perhaps because “qasida” is an expression in Urdu connoting high praise, qasida as a…
The Global Village Entities are fusing and it is too late to reverse the amalgamation. Capitalism is prevailing and it is too late to…
I remember distinctly It was a day in April Spring was late to come Shades of distant colors on the trees Shadows walking by blind…
A Child’s Hand (revised and expanded, 5. 20-22.12) (dedicated to all the children being killed in all the wars) a child’s hand in the…
THE WINTER IS BETTER (from my visit to Lebanon) The winter in Zahleh is better for making a pitcher of the hands…
A Child’s Hand (dedicated to all the children being killed in all the wars) a child’s hand in the rubble is not the same…
IF I WERE MAGGIE If I were Maggie I’d ride around in a battered old Model T with Mr. Baxter who delivered fresh eggs twice…
COMPOSITION WITH GLOVE By Pablo Picasso About my own birth, the stories change. My mother is dead. I try to remember what…
Seeing You This morning swallows dove up and down into the river, so does my heart feel when I see you
The Wind Carries His Name They shot him down, to silence a man of flesh and bone. Even as the bullets tore through him, the…
Я сьогодні в тузі, в горі, Мов у тяжкім сні,– Отруїли ясні зорі Серденько мені. Леся Українка 1884 Today I’m in sorrow, in grief, Like in a heavy dream,– The bright stars Poisoned my heart….
Laundry Loved linens caressed by a laundress hands Loved knowing their warp and woof The embroidery celebrated for it’s flowers and birds and two hearts…
Animating a Legend: El Cid In every nation across the world, there are legendary and epic figures that originate from historical events and even…
Adapting Macbeth: Kurosawa’s Throne of Blood In terms of cinematic adaptations of works of fiction, renowned film critic André Bazin argues that due to…
The time loops…one of my meditations suddenly drifted into the strangest vision. I found myself in the air, hovering over an unknown city. I searched…
Rummage Sales of our Lives we collect things, I think, thinking we can shore ourselves up against time, to hold on to life…
My Serpent she snakes her body slowly around my hips, her thighs tho velvet, yet steel, squeezing me into her, body pulsing, she swells,…